Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.